I sit here with all my tears...
and wondered were it all went wrong..
i don't know what 2 say ... but it all my fault...
wonder were you are and what your doing and wondered if you even cared...but i guess you don't ..no not after this..
the knife is my hand..the thought is in my mide...
just one cut to end it all....
but then a memory came in mide....
i put down the knife and wrote this poem...
its for you...along wit my tears that i cried over something i knew that was true...
now again I'm twisted and lost in all your lies...
searching for what was once there....
but knowing i wont find it...
